I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.

it's not the river, it's me. when the rain comes and the storm shakes all we thought we knew, i remember that it's more important to be free. we don't hold each other tightly, you strangle me back into submission.

You were always the rock that stood so steady- that wasn't me and it isn't what I can be. Don't hold me down now. I know you think I'll drown if you let me go. But here, with you, I'm sure to suffocate.

However, what you hold dear is not only my hand, that's why our intertwined fingers would never last long. Apparently, because there's another hand that you hold even tighter. Though it's fine with me as long as it can keep your head up the stream and let you breathe, thus you'll live till the end. Just know, I love you too much to let you go, but trust me I love you to my last damn breath.